Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form, own Harry Potter or The Covenant. Those belong to someone else. There for I do not make any money off this story.
Warnings: Yaoi. If you don't like then please don't read, or read it and maybe you'll find you enjoy it ;]
A/N: So, this story has been bothering me for quite some time. And I mean bothering me as in it won't leave me the hell alone when I have sooo many other things I really, really need to sit down and work on. However, I find that hard to do because all I can see in my mind are scenes that I want to write for this story, so thus here it is. A story between the two sexy blondes of Harry Potter and The Covenant: Reid Garwin and Draco Malfoy. I hope you enjoy the story.
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Draco's P.O.V.
Smoke hung listlessly in the air.
Rock music was playing softly in the background, and I found myself wondering, once again, why the hell I was here. The bar was dark, giving off a gloomy aura, it also seemed dangerous, yet there was an undertow of happy chatter beneath the thrumming base and high pitched guitars coming from the jukebox. This was the type of place my parents would warn me away from, and I would listen for the fear of something bad happening to me. Yet here I was, in a local hotspot called Nikki's, because anywhere was better than at home. I know mum was trying hard to act as if nothing was wrong with her and dad getting a divorce, but I knew better since I heard her crying in her room late at night.
Without so much as a word to anyone, being new in town I didn't have any friends yet, I slide up to the bar and sit down. The seat feels rather worn, and the broken vinyl covering pokes at my lower back, making me rather uncomfortable, but I refuse to move. Instead, I settle to sit there and look around the place, taking in my surroundings. The first thing I notice is that for a Friday night the place seems rather dead. Of all the tables in the room, only about half are filled with people, and there was only a couple on the dance floor, grinding against each other lazily to the music. I also notice the two tall brunettes in the back playing foosball together, each smiling and laughing at something the other said. For some reason the scene fills me with a pang of sadness; when I had lived back in England I had never enjoyed opportunities like that with my friends. Then the next thing I notice damn near takes the breath from my lungs. From the distance I can't get a real good look at his face, but I have the feeling he was rather attractive.
A tight black hat clings to his head, letting little tufts of hair peak from the bottom, and he's also wearing black fingerless gloves. His appearance makes him come off as the punk type, quite the opposite of what tends to draw my eye, and yet I had trouble tearing my eyes away from him. There was just something about the way he moved, that just drew my attention. With simple ease and practice, he pushes the cue stick into the cue ball and puts two other balls into the pockets. Unable to help myself I raise my eyebrow at his skill, and at this point I also take in the fact he's not playing alone. Three other guys stand by the table, all of them brunettes.
I continue to stare at them, scrutinizing the game unabashedly from where I sit. Almost as if he can sense my gaze, the punk boy looks up at me and we briefly make eye contact, before fear gets the better of me and I turn away quickly. A slight flush rises to my cheeks when it dawns on me that I had just been caught staring at a guy that I didn't even know from across the bar. This behavior just wasn't like me.
As I sit there, my eyes now looking at the grainy wood pattern of the bar, I find myself still wanting to look at the mysterious male over by the pool table. No one has ever been able to have such a hold on me before, not even my ex Harry Potter, and I didn't even know the guy. Maybe moving to America was having a far more profound effect on me than I had originally thought. Instead of looking at the unknown male, like I really want to, I force myself to think about something else instead, or rather someone else.
Images of the ex I left back home fill my head. I imagine his boyish face with an easy going grin on it, his messy brown hair falling perfectly above those damned eyes; emerald green orbs that could stare into a man's soul, my soul, and paralyze it. Harry Potter was everything my parents had wanted for me: smart, responsible, funny, and basically perfect, but most importantly to them, he was of good heritage. We had been friends for years before we wound up dating, and when we did start going out, nothing had really changed after that. Well, except for the fact that we started kissing, holding hands and eventually wound up having sex. It took us months, but we worked our way there. My gut told me that the new guy would be completely different.
I don't know how long I sat there, lost in my own thoughts, before I finally took the opportunity to chance a quick glance at the male playing pool. When I look over I see him and the smallest brunette high fiving, apparently they won the game. Once again, I find myself continuously staring at him, not wanting to look away at what my libido assumed to be perfection, even from this distance. I watch with interest as the attention gripping male holds his hand out expectantly to a slightly bigger brunette. He looks angry but slaps something in the smaller guy's hand, and from where I sit I can see green flash of money.
My eyes drift back to the bar when I see the male slowly taking over my mind walking towards me, or the bar at least. Blood begins to race to my cheeks as he gets closer, to me, or again the bar rather. What gives me the right to think I am attractive enough to bring a complete stranger over to me?
"Yo, Nikki, two cheeseburgers and fries please," the mystery male calls as he slides up next to me.
Now that he's standing so close, I notice that the tufts of hair escaping from the hat are a sun kissed blonde. I breath in deeply and a foreign sent invades my nose, but I can pick up a hint of cinnamon, which shocks and intoxicates me at the same time. Grey eyes turn on me as I scrutinize the body next to me. Blue is speckled through those eyes, and they have an even more profound effect on me than Harry's piercing gaze did. With just one look I feel myself pinned into the seat, and goose bumps raise of my flesh.
"Hello?" A deep voice calls out, trying to get my attention and sending a small shiver down my spine. How the hell can a stranger mess me up in such a way?
"Huh?" I ask lamely, attempting to focus on something other than the bits of lust slowly washing through my veins.
"I asked if I could buy you a drink," the blonde male says slowly.
My eyes widen in shock, "Erm, I don't drink."
A small chuckle graces my ears, "Really? Not even a glass of coke?"
"Oh well, not normally but thanks for the offer," I murmur, looking away as a flush floods my cheeks.
Breath fans out over my ear, making me jump lightly.
"Are you sure? It's the least you can do," he whispers softly.
I pull back in surprise, "What do you mean the least I can do?"
"Well, after you almost made me lose that game, I think you could at least let me buy you a drink," he informs me.
"Wh—what how did I almost make you lose your game of pool?" I stutter, slightly choking on the words. This is so not like me.
Mystery blonde smirks cockily, "Well when I saw you checking me, I noticed how hot you were and well after that I couldn't keep my eyes off of you."
A small flush rises to my cheeks, no one had ever been that straight forward with me, not even Harry.
"Are you always this honest with people you don't know?" I ask, trying not to look at him.
From the corner of my eye, I watch him shake his head, "Only when I see something I want. And when I see something I want, I do whatever takes to get it."
This time I am the one to laugh, "Hate to break it to you, but even though you find me within your tastes, you're not really my type. Sorry."
My voice sounds cool and I hope it doesn't betray the feelings within me.
"Yeah well, believe it or not, you're not really my type either. However, I am willing to make an exception for the night. Are you?" his words are rough, and there's a hint of the challenge in his question; a challenge that my mind is telling me to decline, while my body tells me to accept it and make him eat his words.
However, instead of giving him a straight denial or acceptance, I decide to toy with him and see how bad he really wants me.
The classic Malfoy smirk traverses my lips and I turn to look at him, resting an elbow on the bar.
"Okay, but what makes you think that you actually deserve me?" I ask haughtily. It has been quite some time since I had spoken to someone this way, and I found that I had missed it more than I thought. There was a major part of me that missed the banter and sarcasm, something that I hadn't really enjoyed with Harry, but was able to easily do with some stranger in a bar.
The mystery boy shrugs his shoulders slightly, mulling over my words, "Well, nothing really except for the fact that I am better than anyone else in this burnt out town."
That cocky smirk comes back and it shines brilliantly, making me want to laugh at his eagerness. Nikki, the beefy bartender, comes over and sets down the food next to the blonde, who chooses to ignore it.
"I don't even know your name," I mumble, resting my head on my hand, eyes never leaving his face.
"Reid," he pauses for an attempt at dramatic effect, "Reid Garwin."
I purse my perfect pink lips at him, "Hm, interesting name."
My eyes drift down to the bar, unsure of what else to say, but my mind begins to quickly process things, and looks for other things to talk about.
"Yeah, so anyways you want to go home with me tonight?" He asks, leaning in close to me again.
I turn my head away from him, looking away bashfully.
"You don't even know my name."
"Does it really matter?" He inquires.
I look down at the ground, not sure what to say to that.
"No, I guess that it doesn't," I mummer in response.
Another smile, a different one this time, adorns his face, "Sweet. Just let me tell me friends I'm leaving."
I nod and watch as he starts to walk back towards the pool table, food in hand. He's a few feet away from me when a random thought occurs to me. I know it's a dumb question, but I'll do anything to hear that voice again.
My hand shoots out and grabs at his sleeve, making him turn around and look at me confused.
"How do I know you won't kill me?" I ask quietly, losing all my earlier suave.
"Well, look around. All these people will be witness to me leaving with you and I'm telling my friends, so if something goes wrong, I'll be the first they suspect," he says jokingly.
I can feel my eyes widen in disbelief, and his words do nothing to make me feel reassured. He must see something in my eyes, because he just laughs at me and ruffles my hair.
"I guess you don't know if I would kill you or not, you're just going to have to trust me," Reid says in all seriousness, "Now I'll be right back."
The moment he said those words to me, he turns his back and walks away towards his friends. I think back to just a few seconds ago when he said to trust him, and I found myself really wanting to, already. My eyes watch every one of Reid's movements, and part of me envies him. The blonde has a muscular and stocky build to him, but the way he moves comes off as graceful.
I find myself biting my bottom lip in anticipation and nervousness as he talks to the friend he had been playing pool with. Reid laughs as the smaller male playfully punches him on his shoulder, and hands him something. They part ways with another shared laugh and slight waves, and I stand, my legs feeling like jelly, as my new counterpart walks back over to me.
"Ready?" He asks, stopping by me.
My head bobs up and down, a crimson color staining my cheeks. Reid grips my elbow and steers me out of Nikki's, an accomplished smile on his face. Once outside, he leads me to a black hummer sitting in the back part of the parking lot.
A whistle escapes from my lips, "Damn, this yours?"
Reid laughs weakly, as he opens the door for me like I'm some girl, but I find I don't mind. As a matter of fact, I find it endearing, because no one has ever felt the need to do something so sweet for me, not even Harry. I grit my teeth and clench my jaw tightly; I needed to stop comparing Harry and Reid together, these two were obviously nothing alike.
"Nah, it's Baby Boy's," he responds, closing the door once I settle into the seat.
Baby boy? The words struck at my heart for some reason. Was he the brunette that Reid had been playing pool with tonight? A click and Reid climbing into the car bring me from my thoughts before I can think of them too much. The engine comes to life with a quiet purr, and the blond driver pulls out of the parking lot without another word.
"Baby boy huh? This vehicle doesn't really strike as something a baby boy would drive," I pause and look at Reid from my peripheral vision. His grey blue eyes are trained on the road and his knuckles grip tightly enough at the wheel to turn white. When he doesn't respond to me, I decide to speak again, "So are you and this baby boy together?"
Reid shocks me by barking out a rough laughter. This time I look at him head on, and watch as he shakes his head.
"No. His real name is Tyler, but he's the youngest in our group of friends, and not to mention the biggest sweetheart, so that's how he got the nickname," Reid explains simply.
I just nod, and turn back out the window. By this time the sun has sank low into the horizon, casting a shadow over the ground. My eyes drank in the scenery as we flew by it, trying to remember where everything is. The two of us sit there in complete silence, and I find it's not completely uncomfortable like I thought it might have been.
"So where are you from? You're accent doesn't sound like anything from here," the other blonde asks randomly.
Oh yeah, my accent. When we had been talking I had completely forgotten about it, which sounded odd to say.
"I'm from England," I say, the only thing I'm willing to offer him. This was just going to be a one night stand, so the less he knew about me, the better.
Reid nods his head, "Cool. So, until you actually tell me your name, I'll just call you England."
I laugh, but don't give him my name. Like I said, the less he knew the better. In the end it would be easier if he didn't know who I was.
For the rest of the ride, we remain in silence. It doesn't take much longer before we're pulling into the parking lot of a hotel. I cock an eyebrow in surprise, a hotel huh?
"Am I not good enough to go to your place or something?" I ask, teasing him as I slide out of the now dead hummer.
We both walk to the front of the car and meet in the middle, then walk in the hotel together.
"Oh, it's not that. My mom is at home and I really don't want to be interrupted by her," he says, holding a hand up to my chest, telling me to stay where I am.
Reid saunters up coolly to the front desk, talking to the concierge with ease. It doesn't take long before he's turning away from the desk, coming back to me, a set of keys in hand.
"Room 11," he says, grinning.
I bite my lip nervously while we walk down the hall, looking for our room. The closer we got there, the more I felt myself being torn between wanting to kiss him, and turning around and flee. Before I have the chance to make a decision, we are standing in front of the room and Reid is unlocking. The other male steps into the room, holding the door open for me, and I look down the hall one more time, even though I know there's no one there.
I barely manage to make it in the room, before I feel hands tightly grip at my shirt and shove me against the door. Rough lips press against my own, and I push back at him, already snaking my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. A wet, persistent tongue runs across my lips, asking, no more like begging, for me to open and let him in. Shyly, my lips part and the slick muscle pushes past into my waiting mouth. An unfamiliar, but faint taste comes along with the tongue and I find myself pressing myself against him harder, trying to gather more of the exotic flavor.
Reid pulls away all to suddenly, and against my will I find my mouth chasing after him, trying not to end the blissful feeling of his lips on mine.
"Fuck, I've wanted to do that since I first saw you," he breaths heavily.
I laugh lightly and brush my lips across his, "Oh yeah? Then why did you stop?"
The blonde doesn't say anything else, just presses himself against me again in another passionate kiss. Desire floods rampantly through my veins and my mind goes numb in extreme bliss. I can feel my cock twitch within the confines of my pants, making me grow increasingly uncomfortable with every passing second. Cannot believe I'm already growing this hard from two kisses alone; if this keeps up, I might not be able to last long when he actually starts touching me. Fingers card through my hair, and then when the skinny appendages get to the bottom end of my tresses, they tug lightly, once again breaking me away from the kiss.
"Strip, now," Reid demands harshly. His voice has gone from a smooth velvet at the bar to a deep huskiness, and I find it's turning me on even more.
Obediently, I pull my shirt off over my head and toss it away from us. Hungry eyes rake across my pale white body, and I can't help the smirk that crosses my face. To tease him, I make to move away but I only so much as twitch in a direction before arms block me into where I'm standing.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going? You aren't naked yet," the dominate blonde growls, eyes burning with something unfamiliar.
The smirk that had been sitting on my lips slowly starts to fade, nerves starting to set in. With semi-shaky hands, I move them down to undo my belt and push my slacks down around my ankles.
"Boxers too, or do you want me to remove those for you?" Reid asks, cockiness leaking into his tone.
My eyes widen desperately and I suddenly feel slightly embarrassed. Stop it, I snap at myself. How the hell can I go from can't wait to do this, really want to get with him to what the hell am I thinking in six seconds flat?
"Which will it be England?" the other boy inquires, nuzzling against my neck softly.
Without a word to him, my fingers slip down and push my silk boxers off my waist, sliding them down my legs. Reid sucks in a sharp breath as he stares down at my almost completely nude body. His pale white fingers glide across my skin, like a gentle breeze. For someone who speaks and acts brashly, this boy knows how to be gentle.
"Fucking hell. So fucking beautiful. Never seen anything like you. Perfect skin," Reid breaths out weakly, almost as if he's unaware he's talking.
A light flush sets across my cheeks, when I see the look in his eyes. Wide, glassy, filling to the brink with desire and lust, all of it meant for me. Quickly, I look away from him and stare at the ground; I need to see something other than that look. No one has ever held such a look for me, not even Harry. Fucking hell, there he is again, always invading my thoughts at the worse time. I try to pull myself to the present, and stop thinking about Harry blood Potter, but it's so hard for me. However, once fingers dance delicately across my skin, I find it's easier to pull myself back to the now.
All the touches are gentle, soft, the opposite of what he acts like. Sometimes it feels like he's not even there, and everything is just in my imagination. What isn't a part of my mind though are the electrical charges I feel everywhere he runs his fingers across. As Reid continues to map out my body, I try to contain all the noises wanting to escape my mouth by biting my lip so hard it bleeds. Every fiber in my body feels like someone is lighting it on fire, and that person is Reid. This is my first time for a lot of things, but most importantly it's my first time ever feeling this way.
Never before have I felt this good with nothing happening between us.
"Touch me, do something please," I practically plead, not caring how I sound.
Reid just grins lightly, and then moves his fingers to brush across my hardened nipples. I whimper weakly, wanting so much more from him. The other blonde presses his lips to my neck and starts to nibble on the flesh tenderly. Every touch, no matter what, is nothing more than a caress, yet it feels like he's setting my soul on fire. This is such an unfamiliar feeling, and though a part of me is curious about it, another part that's scared shitless.
The older blonde sucks on my neck with zest, almost as if he's claiming me. Another groan escapes my lips at the feeling, normally I'm not that sensitive there, but apparently with Reid I'm sensitive everywhere. Callused appendages grab at the erection standing tall and proud, and starts rubbing up and down, teasing me with a slow pace.
"Reid," I whimper, gripping at the back of his shirt, wanting to tear it off of him.
"Hm?" he pulls away from my neck, and takes his shirt off, granting me a view of his toned chest.
Breath is stolen from my lungs as my hands reach out to touch him, make sure he's real.
"Turn around England, I can't wait anymore," he breaths out, his voice dripping with lust.
"Wait what?" I ask, my eyes going wide again, this time in fear.
"What you've never been taken before?" he cocks an eyebrow at me, being completely serious.
My head shakes weakly; I'd always taken Harry before.
A sweet smile settles across his lips, "Don't worry. It will be okay. I'll be gentle."
"But against the door?" I whimper.
The sweet smile is now replaced with a sexy grin, one that made my mind go numb.
"Of course, it'll be hot. Now, please turn around, I won't be able to wait much longer,"
Fear settles in my heart, but I do as he asks. Reid pushes my chest roughly into the door, knocking the wind from me. One hand runs up and down my ribcage, and another rubs across the crack of my ass. A dry finger presses up in to me, teasing my virgin hole. On reflex, my body tenses, trying to keep out the intruding item. Reid presses his forehead against my bare shoulder and removes the finger.
"Relax England, that'll make it easier," he whispers, sending breath across my upper back.
An involuntary shiver races down my spine, "Do you have any lube or something?"
Reid mumbles something under his breath, and next I know there's a slickened finger pressing into me now. He pushes in up to the first knuckle, pauses and then to the second one. Once the whole finger is completely in, he keeps it there allowing me time to adjust. It takes a few moments, but finally it doesn't start to feel bad, so I thrust back letting him know to go on. I feel him smile into my shoulder blade, and he thrusts his finger in and out. It's not long before that one becomes two, and he's making scissoring motions. By the time he adds the third finger, tears sting my eyes but at the same time it feels extremely pleasurable.
A low groan escapes from my mouth before I realize what's going on. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, my body thrusts back onto Reid's fingers.
"Looks like I found the spot," he chuckles.
He presses his fingers up against that spot again, eliciting another groan from me. Fingernails dig into the wood of the door, scratching down the door. Reid pushes the slick appendages in one more time, before he slips them out. A small whimper makes its way from my lungs, letting Reid know something else.
"I think you're ready," he says, kissing just below my ear.
I remain quiet when I feel something hot and thick pressing, just teasing my hole. My hips rub back against him, trying to get more of him. Reid's hot hand grips my aching cock, and begins to move up and down, on every upstroke brushing his thumb over the head of my erection. He does this for a few minutes, relaxing me as much as possible. Just when I think he's forgotten about fucking me, I can feel a large foreign object pushing up against me.
As he slowly thrusts his wet cock into me, tears form in my eyes at the tearing sensation. It feels like I'm being torn apart from the inside out, and all I want to do is scream out, beg him to stop. The moment he's fully seated in me, Reid stays still and continues to move his fingers across my cock. My fingers dig into the door again as I try to adjust to his size. He feels so hot and big inside of me, and a little part of me enjoys the feeling of being filled, especially be Reid.
"I'm going to start moving now, okay?" he grunts, pulling himself out of my tight hole until only the head of his cock remains inside of me.
I nod weakly, anticipating the next painful sting. My body doesn't have to wait long before Reid roughly thrusts himself into me. He continues to do this, setting a slow pace at first, being gentle just like he said he would be. It doesn't take long before my body slowly gets used to his size, and I'm thrusting my hips back against him eagerly. I can feel him smiling into my shoulder as he increases his pace.
A wanton moan falls from my lips as he hits that spot once again. My cock twitches in his hand, and I think I'm going to cum, but surprisingly I don't. An arm snakes up around my shoulder and pulls me back into him. Sweaty chests rub against each other, and it feels like someone electrocuted me. Before I know it, he's thrusting into me hard enough to make me stand on my tiptoes and squeeze tightly around his cock.
"Fuck, so tight England," Reid growls in my ear.
I smirk and let me head fall back on his shoulder. Moans and other noises keep falling from my mouth, as if I can't control myself.
"That's right, let me watch you lose all control," the male behind mumbles, increasing the pace in which he strokes my cock.
Both of us fall into an animalistic frenzy as we collide on a level more than just physically. A coil begins to form in my stomach, and I recognize that feeling. It won't be much longer. Almost as if he can sense it, Reid increases the pace of his thrusts and hand.
Every time Reid enters me, he keeps hitting a sensitive part of my innards. One more swipe over the head of my flushed cock, I feel myself falling over the edge into pure ecstasy.
"Harry," I scream out as I cum all over Reid's hand.
The other blonde must be getting close too, because when my ass muscles tense around his cock, I can feel it swell. Before he finishes, he pulls out of me and cums all over my lower back, letting it spill down me. As soon as Reid is done, he backs away from me and I feel extremely cold suddenly.
I lean against the door, feeling extremely ashamed of myself. Did I really scream out Harry's name when I was with Reid? Though I knew tonight was just a one night thing, we'd never see each other again, I felt bad.
Suddenly, I feel a towel against my back, cleaning up Reid's sperm off of me. A small smile makes its way across my lips; that was so sweet of him. The total opposite of what he was like at the bar. Maybe I could spend more than a night with him. Wait, what? No. One random act of kindness did not make him boyfriend material, at least not for me.
"I'm going to go grab a quick shower," Reid murmurs in my ear, surprising me.
I turn to watch him leave and growl when I see he's still wearing his jeans. What a jackass. When he shuts the door, I lean down and pick up my clothes. Pain shoots through my lower back as I bend over. I bite my lip and dress without a sound. I really need to get out of here before Reid gets done with his shower.
My eyes scan the unused room before I open the door and leave. Thoughts whirl through my head. I had just given up the rest of my virginity to some guy I would never see again, and the further I got away from the room the worse I begin to feel.
Emotions swell up in my chest, and for some reason I feel like crying. What the hell was wrong with me? I didn't believe in love at first sight and even if I did, it was not love I felt with him, it was just lust. The only thing was it had felt different with him, than it had with Harry. Ah, yes, Harry, that's what it was, Reid had just been an one night replacement for him. Besides even if was love, there was no way I was going down that road again.
No matter what, falling in love was not a mistake I would make again.
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A/N: ugh, I hope the end didn't get to crappy and I'm sorry if the smut wasn't very detailed. Also, I don't think every chapter will be this long, it just wouldn't stop. I'm hoping to update this once a week, at least but I'm not sure since I have another story to write and school to keep up on. Anyways, going to shut up now. Once again, sorry if this way kind of crappy, especially at the end. Please leave a review on the way out.